Holidays by J Pritchard

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When I was about six or seven years old my mom took me fruit picking. We stayed in old caravans at the back of a garage in a place called Dunhampton. It was mid way between Worcester and Kidderminster. It was back breaking work, picking strawberris and raspberries. My mom got paid for every little basket she filled,these were called punnets. The fruit had to be good quality and if the checker found one bad fruit in the punnet he would discard the whole punnet and my mom wouldn't get paid for that one. There were lots of arguments. Mom never got much money from it, but every little helped. Good old days?
Maybe.